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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 1h
October 1, with coffee
Photograph sepia

changing season woodlands with paled green background 

a curved white branch on ground in foreground touches the standing split tree on both sides
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 2h
October
Photograph monochrome 

 dark figural in autumn sky, wing-like
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 2h
“ … the thing with October is, I think, it somehow gets in your very blood. Unapologetically. Almost ruthlessly.” Anne Sexton
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 29/09/2026
The subconscious is ceaselessly murmuring, and it is by listening to these murmurs that one hears the truth. Bachelard: The Poetics of Reverie, 1960
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 29/09/2026
I am not here
Photograph Monochrome 
Berlin, 2011 exhibition 

Sibylle Bergemann , Polaroids
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 29/09/2026
I am not here Ph. Sibylle Bergemann
Photograph monochrome 

2 wood angels on the ground, carved wings in air
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
I am not here
Photograph 

Old silver, wood, slate, belief
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
Patti Smith Guardian Angel. Berlin, 2013
Photograph monochrome 

Angel in stark woods, sat with crossed arms and head lowered
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
I am not here.
Photograph 
Berlin, 2010

HOW LONG IS NOW
Graffiti on wall, iconic
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
I am not here
Photograph monochrome 

Where I lived before 
Sky treeline to sea 
A single branch extends
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 26/09/2026
away for a spell
Photograph monochrome 

low scape, ribbon sky from clouds
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 26/09/2026
Don’t you think it’s all too much? Too much. How is one to breathe.
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 26/09/2026
good night, dream
Photograph monochrome 

sculptural bolt forefront 
occurring tunnel, background
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 26/09/2026
It's a rare gift, to know where you need to be, before you've been to all the places you don't need to be. Ursula K. Le Guin
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 26/09/2026
noesis ph. Alicia Savage
Photograph monochrome 

A woman in a black dress holds her vintage suitcase facing the camera, her head obscured and in surround by a single cloud. 

She is in a country scape with trees and a rudimentary road behind her, a white house in the far distance, the sea, the sky.
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 26/09/2026
Waves in the Moonlight Southern Song or Yuan, 13th century
Painting, Unknown artist, China 

round disc on hanging scroll
Ink and gold on silk 

golden waves break from gold concentric circles, subtle striations
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 26/09/2026
All we are not stares back at what we are. W. H. Auden
Photograph monochrome 

impressionist tree-line reflected in lake
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 26/09/2026
Everything is repeated, in a circle. History is a master because it teaches us that it doesn't exist. It's the permutations that matter. Umberto Eco, Foucault's Pendulum
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 26/09/2026
What had to move - a leaf of the chestnut tree, for instance - moved. Proust, Swann's Way
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 26/09/2026
The human soul has need of truth and of freedom of expression. Simone Weil
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 25/09/2026
The struggle of literature is in fact a struggle to escape from the confines of language; it stretches out from the utmost limits of what can be said; what stirs literature is the call and attraction of what is not in the dictionary. Italo Calvino, The Uses of Literature
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 26/08/2025
The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last forever. Even on the most beautiful days in the whole year - the days when summer is changing into autumn - the crickets spread the rumour of sadness and change. E. B. White, Charlotte's Web
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 30/05/2025
O morning star, Trembling in the blue heavens like a white fawn Upon the misty border of the wood… Yeats Joseph Beuys, 1985
Joseph Beuys drawing, a golden flower on stem.
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 24/09/2026
good night moon, good night you
Photograph monochrome 

moon near full in distance over terrain
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 24/09/2026
Yet you could feel a vibration in the air, a sense of hastening. It had started with the moon, inaccessible poem that it was. Patti Smith
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 24/09/2026
constancy of the ethereal
Photograph 
Monochrome 

Tendrils in light and dark, entangled
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 24/09/2026
yesterday, a distinct emergence of patterns and today, the quickening of time
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 24/09/2026
There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present. James Joyce
Photograph 
Impressionist 

Pond with tiny fish and yellow morning light over leaves and plants
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 24/09/2026
If poetry introduces the strange, it does so by means of the familiar. Georges Bataille
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 24/09/2026
the island
Photograph 

the island far away where I once lived 

dramatic sky over sea and land
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 23/09/2026
I was with clouds today. And the sea, not far. It was beautiful.
Photograph 

A large peak-cloud hovers over a smaller cloud, they touch.
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 23/09/2026
traipsing homeward, good night
Photograph 

low heavy clouds over the sea and in forefront, a swathe of trees.
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 23/09/2026
now by sea under dark cloud
Photograph 

Mass of dark clouds over a blue width of sky and sea. A wave breaks white.
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 23/09/2026
I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that beautiful big green fig-tree. Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 23/09/2026
The first sorrow of autumn is the slow good-bye of the garden that stands so long in the evening—a brown poppy head, the stalk of a lily, and still cannot go. Ted Hughes
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 23/09/2026
Marcel Duchamp Moulin à café Coffee Mill, 1911
Painting / oil paint and graphite on board 
Cubism 
Yellow and brown and white

When I painted the Coffee Mill it was the first time I became interested in machine forms … the arrow indicates the direction in which the machine should turn. The handle is shown in different positions - this having to do with the idea of movement, of repetition.   Duchamp
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 23/09/2026
good morning, with coffee
Photograph 

through prism, through window, the world 

: round glass disc through to woodlands
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 22/09/2026
dream map, good night
photograph x 2

silver tray, engravings reinterpreted
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 22/09/2026
The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh. Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 22/09/2026
I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves. Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 22/09/2026
on the tongue
Photograph 

a pile of raspberries and a spoon
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 22/09/2026
Daucus carota subsp. sativus to cut a carrot from bouquet
Photograph 

root vegetable: orange carrot bundle with dense green foliage 

excellent source of vitamin A (ocular health) and Potassium and much more
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 21/09/2026
burning frankincense
Photograph 

Boswellia

antique stone bowl of frankincense resin pieces
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 21/09/2026
a slice of pond
Photograph monochrome 

pond and grasses shot in triangular form  ethereal watery grey each side as frame
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 21/09/2026
Not that the story need be long, but it will take a long while to make it short. Thoreau
Photograph monochrome 

sea weeds under water movement
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 21/09/2026
Hibernation Morris Graves, 1954
Expressionism 
Sumi ink on paper


grey with circular centre, an abstract mink curled within
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 21/09/2026
beclouded, with coffee
Photograph monochrome 
Surreal

A tree extends a branch to a white flower sky like cloud
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 20/09/2026
i n s o m n i a
Photograph monochrome 

fragment pale moon and white moth wing
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 20/09/2026
good night, make a wish
Photograph monochrome 

a tree top and shadow trunk against stone wall
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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 20/09/2026
I am interested in language because it wounds or seduces me. Roland Barthes, The Pleasure of the Text
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